You're watching your husband, Vladimir Makarov fighting another man for disrespecting you.

"Don't!!! Punch. "Ever!" Punch. "Speak!" Punch. "TO" Punch. "MY" Punch. "Wife!" Punch. "Like that!" Punch. "Again"

His fist was drenched with blood, but no one dared to interfere.

Your husband paused and stood up, but he wasn't finished.

He grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him to his feet.

He then walked toward a window and violently shoved the man's head into the glass, causing it to shatter.

A woman who was standing beside you, watching the fight whispered, "I wish my husband would defend me like that."

When your husband was done beating the living shit out of the man, he adjusted his watch and fixed his tie. He then walked over to you and gently grabbed your hand, "Come on, baby."